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Tempestuous
Blurb:
Once a woman’s deepest, darkest desires have been exposed—whetting her appetite for taboo pleasures of the flesh—her unquenchable hungers will not be denied.
 
Floggers and whips
Chains and leather restraints
Erotic rewards and punishments…oh my!
 
Seduced by erotic stories and the forbidden lure of Dominance and submission, Evie Sloan longs to explore the scintillating delights firsthand. While some fantasies are better left to the imagination, for the chance to visit a real BDSM club, she’s willing to take a risk.
 
Been there, done that, seen it all—or so jaded Dominant Niko Kovalenko thought. Evie’s arrival on the scene reawakens long dormant passions and ramps them up to a whole new level. She’s an exciting challenge—a dangerous temptation—igniting the compulsion to posses. To collar.
 
Evie is no man’s submissive pet. Niko stripped her bare, shed light on all her secret desires and weaknesses, but it’s still not enough for him. To win her man she’ll have to confront her fears and find a way to bridge the distance between them.
 
*This previously published title has been revised and reedited*
 
The story behind the book:
Imagine this if you will. Its early morning and you are a night person who hasn’t had your first cup of coffee. You’re at a conference, standing in the breakfast buffet line at the hotel when an acquaintance you know is a Dominant comes up behind you and whispers in your ear.

“We have an open spot tonight. You want in?”

The “oh holy crap” chorus echoing in your head comes along with a vivid slideshow of what a Dom could possibly mean when offering you a “spot.” A spot tied to a St. Andrews cross or some other device? A spot on a spanking bench?

Sometimes having an imaginative mind is a curse. Needless to say, a caffeine jolt is not longer needed because you are now wide awake and fully alert. This actually happened to me a few years ago.

So you are probably wondering what the Dom was offering. Two friends and I were invited to visit and observe at a private BDSM club with the Dom and his sub/wife. We even got to check the place out before it opened for the night. Score!

Being able to experience the club before scenes were conducted gave me a greater comfort level. Knowing that I was under the protection of a Dom I trusted helped a lot too. But talk about questions. My mind buzzed with a million of them from having read many wickedly delicious erotic BDSM tales.

The Dom who invited us, along with the Dom who owned the club, demonstrated fire flogging, a violet wand and knife play. They allowed us to try wielding a whip and check out the collection of canes and other toys. The truly brave among us even tried out the stocks and other devices to get a feel for being restrained. Once the club opened and members arrived, we were permitted to roam around and observe a variety of scenes.

The inspiration for Tempestuous came from that club visit. In fact, much of Evie’s first trip to club Rendezvous came from my walk on the wild side. Many of the questions popping into her head were ones I had, as was most of what Evie experienced. During the fire flogging demo, I held fire in my hand. I now know the tingling touch of the violet wand, the heart-pounding sensation of wickedly sharp knives sliding over my throat and arms and the sting of a whip.

My trip to the club was truly one of the most amazing, thrilling, exciting nights of my life! For me, that’s where the experience ended and my creativity kicked in. No, I did not meet a hunky, rich Dom like Niko or turn into a tempestuous brat and get spanked (darn it).

Oh, and speaking of the very delicious hero, Niko. He was inspired by a real life hunk straight from the pages of PlayGirl. Oh yes, ladies, he’s real, although I have no idea if he’s a Dominant, regardless of what my imagination insists.

Excerpt: http://www.nicoleaustin.net/excerpt-from-tempestuous/ 

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Tempestuous is a work of fiction and incorporates only simplified elements of BDSM. It is not intended to accurately portray the complexities of a true Dom/sub relationship. Play safe, be well!

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Erotic Horror - FATAL SUBMISSION

The idea of combining two of my favorite book genres, erotic romance and horror, in one story was a exciting idea. Little did I know when my mind first conjured up Fatal Submission what a challenge it would be.

Writing horror is a vastly different experience. Detailed descriptions are essential to set the creepy scene and immerse the reader in the story. 

Blurb: 
Claire Hanson is a submissive in need of a Dom. Finding one in rural Illinois in 1981 is no easy feat but her requirements are simple. Forget complicated limit lists, take charge and give her lots of hot, sweaty sex. 

On edge, body humming with arousal, Claire aches to have her desires sated. And ruggedly handsome Dominant Mason Burke is the man she wants. But for Mason work comes first and Claire’s tired of waiting. 

Mason’s loss is Dr. Carl Skinner’s lucky break. The bonus—Carl’s a rich, drop-dead gorgeous Dom with a real dungeon in his basement. 

Getting what you want isn’t always a good thing and the game takes a drastic turn Claire never saw coming. According to the Dungeon Master’s victims who still haunt his torture chamber, submission has fatal consequences and she’s running out of time. 

*Note: This scary tale contains graphic scenes of erotic torture and violence that may cause the reader to stay up late reading with all the lights on. Previously published title that has been revised and re-edited* 

Here's a snippet from when the heroine, Claire, first enters the dungeon.

Taking a deep breath, she descended the stairs and shoved her crazy fears aside. She’d gone into this with her eyes open and she would not freak out. Carl was a Dom. Her Dom—at least for tonight. If she went into this without trust, limiting her submission, they might as well not even bother. 

When she safely cleared the last step, she lifted her gaze and looked around the room in awe. An actual dungeon. 

Heat washed through her body as her nipples puckered and her panties grew damp. Lord, she felt as if she’d waited her whole life to submit in a real dungeon. 

Gray cinderblock walls and cement foundation. Track lighting fixtures on the ceiling cast a soft glow yet left areas in shadow. A pegboard held a wide variety of floggers, whips, crops and paddles. There against one wall was a strange chair with a padded V-shaped seat to spread the legs open and leather cuffs attached in strategic locations. She noted the familiar shape of a St. Andrew’s Cross looming in the shadows next to an ancient-looking stockade. The dungeon was well-stocked with various padded tables and spanking benches, each one equipped with built-in restraints. 

A small part of Claire hadn’t believed Carl had a dungeon in his basement. But the proof surrounded her. At that very moment in time, she stood in the middle of a private, subterranean, fully equipped dungeon. 

Anticipation supercharged her blood, sending it zooming through her veins. Her abdominal muscles fluttered and she wasn’t sure if the cause was excitement, fear or a combination of the two. She hadn’t thought this far ahead or even got around to wondering how it would feel to be in a dungeon. To know that soon, Carl would restrain and dominate her. 

She shuddered as slender fingers skated over her shoulder and down her spine. Carl. How had she forgotten she wasn’t alone? 

“Go ahead. Take a look around. Check out the equipment while I fix a drink.” He nodded toward a small wet bar. “Would you like anything?” 

She had to pry her tongue from the roof of her dry mouth to respond. “Water.” A strong drink might help bolster her courage, but Claire didn’t want anything to dull her senses. 

Carl turned to the bar and she moved about the room to get a closer look at things. Hanging from a sturdy chain in the ceiling was some kind of contraption with thick, flat metal vertical slats and horizontal bands. It was elongated, rounded at the top then broadening before tapering again toward the bottom. She estimated it at six to six and a half feet tall. 

Her hand flew upward, covering her mouth to hold back a gasp. 

It couldn’t be? But it was. The damn thing was some kind of cage, roughly in the shape of a human. 

Moving past it quickly, she came to a standing device, shaped like the one hanging from the ceiling but solid. An iron maiden? The device had hinged doors, one of which had been left open, revealing an interior lined with spikes. When a person was shut inside, those spikes would press into their flesh. 

Shooting a nervous glance over her shoulder, she located Carl, still at the bar with his back to her. 

Lord, had she made a mistake believing in this man? If he went too far and she asked him to stop, would he? 

Kind of late to get nervous. 

Skirting around a gynecological table complete with stirrups, she approached the center of the room and the least threatening apparatus she’d seen so far. Similar to a padded massage table with thick wooden legs but oddly canted, as if the maker cut one set of supports shorter than the other. The table surface itself was short, perhaps two-feet long. At the higher end the padding curved over the rounded edge. She noticed a cut out section at the lower end and off to each side were wide, hinged metal cuffs that would lock someone in place. She stepped around the table and saw similar cuffs toward the bottom of the taller legs. 

Just as she stepped forward, hand extended to test the thickness of the leather padding, a scraping sound had Claire turning her head toward Carl. The toe of her shoe caught on something and her forward momentum threw her off balance. 

Several things occurred at once. She felt herself moving through the air as if she’d been pushed, practically flying with her arm extended, her pelvis slamming into the curved table edge. Her hips folded and her upper body continued, coming to an abrupt halt on top of the table, knocking the breath right out of her. The material of her skirt flapped up, bearing her panty-clad ass to the chilled air. 

She heard the scrape of wood on the concrete floor as the heavy piece of furniture was shoved by the hard impact of her body. This was followed by the loud clang of metal on metal. 

Claire struggled to draw air into her abused lungs and make sense of what had happened. After several painful, wheezed breaths, she pushed with her hands to lift her upper body but was stopped short, her right wrist held firmly in place. Horror dawned as she turned her head to see the cuff had snapped closed over her wrist. 

Her palms were sweaty, her heart pounded against her ribs and her ears were filled with the loud swish of her galloping pulse. 

Lord, she wasn’t sure what won out, her mortification over the indignant position or fear that she’d had help getting into this mess. Had Carl pushed her or had it been an innocent trip and fall? 

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Blurb:
Be careful what you wish for—it just might come true. While Emily may have wished to be taken away, waking up on an alien cruiser, naked and intensely turned-on wasn’t what she’d had in mind.
*This title has previously been published*

Genre/Theme:
Sci-Fi, BDSM, alien romance, submission, space travel romance

Copyright © Nicole Austin, 2016

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Bells tinkled a merry greeting as the door of the Moonlight Diner swung open. Emily Baxter finished refilling the last salt shaker and glanced at the clock. Ten minutes until closing time and a new customer shows up. Great, she’d have to work late again.

Story of my freakin’ life.

With his brown hair sticking up in all different directions, white shirt buttoned haphazardly and one pant leg partially tucked into a sock, the man who’d walked in had a wild gleam in his glassy eyes. He had the lean, athletic body of a runner and when cleaned up was probably rather attractive.

“Aliens!” He pointed toward the back of the diner. “I was abducted!”

Okay, cleaned up and dried out, she amended.

Hank’s bald head appeared in the pass-through. “Aliens? Hey, did you get probed?”

“How’d you know?” The customer stumbled as he made his way toward the counter and dropped down onto a stool with a sharp hiss. “Did Calgon get you too?”

She glanced back at Hank, owner of the diner and her boss. One corner of his mouth drew upward into an evil grin Emily knew well. She’d been a victim of Hank’s bullying and her heart went out to the customer who thought he’d found a sympathetic listener.

“Calgon the alien took you away, huh?” Hank sputtered, barely getting the words out. “You’ve been watching too much TV, dude. Hey, Em. Better call the guys with the white coats. He needs a padded cell and one of those jackets with the really long sleeves.”

While Hank laughed and cracked jokes at the man’s expense, Emily set a cup of coffee in front of the customer and patted his arm. “Ignore Hank. Everyone else does.”

The second she went through the swinging door into the kitchen, Hank grabbed her arm and dragged her over to the grill, where he kept a close eye on the man who sat hunched over the steaming mug.

“That guy’s a total crackpot, Em. Don’t get close to him. Might rub off on you.”

“Insanity isn’t catching.” Jerking free of his hold, she punched Hank’s beefy tattooed arm. “But stupidity is,” she mumbled under her breath.

She understood Hank’s bully mentality—how making other people feel small gave him the false sense of being a big man. Still, understanding didn’t make dealing with him any easier. “You are such an ass! That man is obviously down on his luck and could use a little compassion.”

“Compassion?” Hank gave her a slack-jawed stare. “You’re crazier than he is.”

Emily sighed and shook her head. She preferred to believe everyone had some goodness in them, but Hank had proven himself rotten to the core, lacking any depth or virtue. A true lost cause.

The grill had been shut down and cleaned for the night but there was still a pot of soup simmering. She filled a bowl, put a couple of rolls on a plate and headed for the door, not surprised when Hank moved to block her path.

“That bum didn’t order anything and sure as hell won’t have the money to pay.”

“I’m not sending him back out on the street without a meal.” She couldn’t afford to lose her job but would make a stand on the issue if necessary.

“Okay, Sister Teresa, but you’re not giving my profits away.”

Emily shook her head. “You mean Mother Teresa, moron, and I’ll pay for the meal.”

Hank’s brow furrowed with confusion and disbelief shone in his dark eyes. “Must be paying you too much if you’ve got money to throw away on bums.”

Grinding her back teeth, Emily battled the urge to throw the soup in Hank’s cruel face. “The way you treat people is going to come back and bite you in the ass, Hank. It’s called karma. Because I’m kind and help others in need, one day when I’m down low, someone will offer me a hand.”

Hank’s riotous laughter had her hoping she’d be around to witness the day karma tore him a new one. Why did she continue to try to get through that thick skull of his? He would never see acts of kindness as anything other than signs of weakness. And having shown that weakness would make her a prime target for Hank’s brutality in the days to come.

So be it.

“Grow up, Hank. You’re not in grade school anymore.”

Emily not only fed the man, she listened to his tale about the aliens and their high-tech spacecraft. She mentally went over her mounting bills and declining budget as he detailed the aliens probing his rectum. She gave him bus fare to get home before showing him out and locking up the diner.

Her own commute was brief—out the back way and up a rickety flight of stairs to her rented room above the diner.

Stepping into the alley, Emily gazed up at the stars. As a child she’d dreamed of blasting away on the space shuttle to visit distant mysterious places. Her customer had insisted there were other forms of life out there, and as crazy as it may seem, she agreed. Considering all the planets in existence, so many more than humans were aware of, surely some of them were inhabited. To believe Earth harbored the only intelligent life would be rather arrogant and naïve.

The whole idea of being abducted and taken away in a spaceship actually sounded pretty damn good to Emily. No more working her fingers to the bone or fending off idiots like Hank. She’d travel to exotic locations and settle down when she found a culture where women were not only cherished but treated with respect as equals.

While the night sky was full of beautiful stars, one in particular captured Emily’s attention. It shined a bit brighter than the others, twinkled faster and appeared closer.

With the customer’s story still fresh in her mind, Emily held out her arms, reached toward the beacon of light and yelled, “Calgon, take me away!”

Between one heartbeat and the next, darkness shut out the stars, her body became weightless and rose into the air, and she drifted off into nothingness.

 

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FATAL SUBMISSION by Nicole Austin

My sexy and scary erotic horror story, Fatal Submission, is back and even better than before with a new cover of my own design.

Blurb: Claire Hanson is a submissive in need of a Dom. Finding one in rural Illinois in 1981 is no easy feat but her requirements are simple. Forget complicated limit lists, take charge and give her lots of hot, sweaty sex.

On edge, body humming with arousal, Claire aches to have her desires sated. And ruggedly handsome Dominant Mason Burke is the man she wants. But for Mason work comes first and Claire’s tired of waiting.

Mason’s loss is Dr. Carl Skinner’s lucky break. The bonus—Carl’s a rich, drop-dead gorgeous Dom with a real dungeon in his basement.

Getting what you want isn’t always a good thing and the game takes a drastic turn Claire never saw coming. According to the Dungeon Master’s victims who still haunt his torture chamber, submission has fatal consequences and she’s running out of time.

*Note: This scary tale contains graphic scenes of erotic torture and violence that may cause the reader to stay up late reading with all the lights on. Previously published title that has been revised and re-edited.*

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Blurb: My ex-lover introduced me to the seductive world of BDSM and unleashed a hunger which gnaws at my soul. He insisted I was submissive, but unable to master my raging desires, he left me hanging on the edge.

Submission, dominance—I love it all, but I'm not too sure where I fit in. And what on earth was I thinking when I applied for the position of sex slave for a night?

The sexual extremities got me searching my soul and yearning for extra time with my anonymous Doms. Too bad I signed a contract limiting the wild fun and games to one night. I crave so much more—restraints, blindfolds, inventive toys. Bring it on!

Warning: Reader Beware – this smoking hot ménage features scintillating male/male sexual interaction and is likely to cause spontaneous reader combustion!

*This previously published title has been revised and re-edited*

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My ex-lover introduced me to the seductive world of BDSM and unleashed a hunger which gnaws at my soul. He insisted I was submissive, but unable to master my raging desires, he left me hanging on the edge.

Submission, dominance—I love it all, but I'm not too sure where I fit in. And what on earth was I thinking when I applied for the position of sex slave for a night?

The sexual extremities got me searching my soul and yearning for extra time with my anonymous Doms. Too bad I signed a contract limiting the wild fun and games to one night. I crave so much more—restraints, blindfolds, inventive toys. Bring it on!

Warning: Reader Beware – this smoking hot ménage features scintillating male/male sexual interaction and is likely to cause spontaneous reader combustion!

*This previously published title has been revised and re-edited*